on thursday, after design class i had a long lunch break before production class. to make up for being so stressed out the night before (doing the ali posters), for which i was lovingly teased about all through class, i decided to treat myself to lunch at casablanca. it was a risky move, as parking has been hideous (as always at the start of any term) and i'm always too afraid to leave to have lunch in case i won't be able to find a spot when i come back. usually i bring something. this time i decided to risk it. i think a lamb pocket sandwich from casablanca just might be my best comfort food. part of it is the guys that work there. so reliably geeky and friendly. i love sitting at the little bar watching them cook curries and forming falafel in their weird plunger-meets-mold contraption. i love that the lamb pockets ALWAYS taste good, and how spicy they are, and also that the guys always catch my eye and ask me halfway through how it is. the only thing i don't love is that the pockets come wrapped in paper AND on a little paper plate. every time, i leave there with the totally clean plate stashed somewhere on my person to be recycled at home. i decided i would make something with it this time. because the trip to casablanca felt so good i also stopped at oregon art supply for some retail therapy. i bought a pack of faber-castelle broad brushtip markers. they were $20 but i had a collection of OAS customer cards that got me $10 off with $62 toward my next discount. (awesome!)
here is what i made. it's for hanging near my desk to remind myself not to get so stressed out. it'll be okay. we'll always have casablanca. thanks to the one person who laughed a little at that joke.
the next night i made chicken for dinner. no biggie, i make dinner pretty much every night. but this time i made my own cutlets by smashing my chicken breasts to an even thickness utilizing a sheet of plastic wrap and a hammer. it's good to try something new. i dunked them in an eggy-milk bath and breaded them in panko, which i'd seasoned with basil and other rad spices. they were quite a success. rodney had even finally risen from his flu-induced near-coma and was able to enjoy them.
and tonight i made this little book. it's for rodney and i to keep in a centralized location and write each other little love notes in. we need little love notes. it's perfect for my project because it:
a. uses national geographics AND some of the 4 packs of paper i got off of kyle when she closed the little school. (read: it was an anti-hoarding supporting craft) also the paper is green which is rodney's favorite color.
b. it used the laminator. one of those things people like me buy because it would be SO AWESOME for crafts and then maybe doesn't use it that much. which is sort of a cousin of hoarding. i made little books like this for the girls' stockings and they were a huge hit, even though they don't close properly and you have to keep them shut with a rubber-band.
c. it used the saddle-stitch stapler. see b.
and it's good because it will hold love notes, which are nice.
today was the "celebration of life" for uncle dave. vesta wanted to go and hazel didn't, so we gave lorin a ride and celebrated dave by crying a lot. he was quite honestly one of the awesomest, most generous men i've ever met and the joint was packed. everyone had lovely things to say and there was A LOT of crying and that kind of laughing that happens when someone lovely has passed and stories are told and it becomes obvious how beautifully connected we all were to one person, so we all understand the jokes and mannerisms people mention when they share about them.
i do not normally feel very good about lorin, so it was pretty nice to spend some human time with each other, supporting our daughter and relating as people. after the service we went to papa's soul food because that is the perfect thing to eat at a time like that.
rodney and i got to go to the axe for a while this evening and play some pool. i even almost beat him once! there was this great, loud blues band playing (heavy chevy) and we danced a tiny bit upstairs by the pool table and then laughed about how terribly we dance. it was bad. but awesome. i still had on my spendy shoes and my skirt from the service and it was RAD to go out in my portias. rodney was laughing about them because he always helps me put them on and take them off (they are strappy and fiddly on the side of your foot that isn't easy to reach yourself) and he went to set one on the floor while he took the other one off and i squealed "don't put them on the floor!" because i am SO protective of them because they are well made and were NOT cheap and he thinks it's cute how i baby them and always put them away in their box as soon as i'm done wearing them. he commented about it and said they were like my porsches, and i told him they were called that (because, like the homes of the rich, fancy shoes have names!), this particular model is made by dansko and is called portia. anyways it amused me.
i am grateful for
my shoes!
soul-throbbing music with amazing guitar skills
soul-food (especially the hush puppies at papa's)
vesta being old enough to babysit
rodney not letting me win at pool because when i DO win it will be for reals and it will be WONDERFUL
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